bolo siyavar ramchandar ki jai
hai jag me jiska nam amar us raghubar ke gum gata hu
insano me bhagwan tha jo us ram ki katha sunata hu
insano me bhagwan tha jo us ram ki katha sunata hu

dasrath ke ghar me janam liya
toda shiv danush sawayamwar me
raj tilak ka din aaya banwas mila apne ghar me
tab panchwati me ek roz sone ka ek hiran aaya
jab ram chale uske piche rawan sita ko har laya
jab ram chale uske piche rawan sita ko har laya
sita satya japat ram satya ka nam
bhitara bahar sab jagah base hai sita ram
bolo siyavar ramchandar ki jai

sita darshan pane ke liye mandir mandir ke man me bhatke
sab ko bhatkane wala wahi sita ke bina ban ban bhatke
raja ko banaya banvasi dekho ye ishwar ki maya
jisko chal na saka koi bhi sone ke hiran ne bharmaya
jisko chal na saka koi bhi sone ke hiran ne bharmaya
raghuwar ka jab dukh badha chale veer hanuman
ja pahuche lanka puri karte parbhu ka dhyan
bol bajrang bali ki jai

phulo ki ek vatika me vanar ne dekha sita ko
jakar parbhu ka sandesh diya jag janni kunj punita ko
tab meghnath ne ja pakda or punch me aag laga dali
us agni se bajrangi ne sab lanka rakh bana dali
us agni se bajrangi ne sab lanka rakh bana dali
ram nam hai punya ka rawan pap ka nam
dono ke sangram ka ab dekho parinam
bolo siyavar ramchandar ki jai

jab teer chale sachai ke aakhir to burayi har gayi
aur ram ki sena naw bina pal bhar me sagar par gayi
das shish the jiske sar pe aur maut rahi jiske ghar ban dasi
ek teer se mar gaya koi sidha sacha banwasi
ek teer se mar gaya koi sidha sacha banwasi

Hark, to Ram, whose name rings through the age,
I sing of the virtues of that Raghu's sage.
A god amongst mortals, his story I impart,
A god amongst mortals, etched upon the heart.

Born in Dasharath's home, a king's destined son,
He broke Shiva's bow, the victory won.
A day of coronation, a banishment decreed,
From his own kingdom, a heart forced to bleed.
Then in Panchavati, a golden deer did appear,
As Ram pursued it, drawing near.
Ravana seized Sita, her innocence did bind,
As Ram pursued it, leaving love behind.
Sita, truth incarnate, Ram, the name of Right,
Within, without, Sita-Ram's infinite light.
Glory to Ram, whose name echoes bright!

To find Sita's form, the temples he sought,
The one who misled, in the wild he was caught.
A king exiled, a wanderer's plight,
Behold the divine, shrouded in night.
Whom deceit could not touch, by the golden deer's snare,
Whom deceit could not touch, trapped in despair.
When Raghu's pain surged, Hanuman arose,
To Lanka he journeyed, where devotion grows.
Hail, to Bajrang Bali, his valor we praise!

In a garden of flowers, the monkey spied,
Sita, the mother, where truth does reside.
He bore the Lord's message, to the blessed grove,
To the Mother of all, in a love that would move.
Then Meghnad seized him, his tail set aflame,
By that fire, Bajrangi, brought Lanka's shame.
By that fire, Bajrangi, made Lanka a pyre.
Ram's name is virtue, Ravana, a sin,
Behold their great battle, where right will begin.
Glory to Ram, whose name echoes bright!

When truth's arrows flew, evil had to yield,
Ram's army crossed oceans, a battlefield revealed.
Ten heads on Ravana, death at his command,
By a single arrow, a righteous one was fanned.
By a single arrow, a righteous one was fanned.